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Policing his lookout site on the rim of the canyon and then the trail down to the dirt bike, Booth made sure that there wasn't any physical evidence left behind that could prove that he had been there. Starting up his bike, he drove back to the primary dig and took the faint trail around the canyon to where his truck was parked. Once he was there, he opened the tailgate on the truck and rested the dirt bike against it. He'd bought the truck two weeks before he'd come out to the dig for cash from someone selling it in the newspaper. He'd used an alias to buy it and he hadn't transferred the title yet. His plan was to abandon it as soon as possible. He needed it to get to Max's cabin, but once there he was going to drive it over to a large city with Max following in his truck and just leave it on a street. If it was traced back to him, he planned to claim it was stolen a few days after he bought it and he hadn't had time to report it. He hoped the original owner would accept ownership and sell it again.
Carefully walking up the faint trail to the canyon rim, he crouched over once he was near the rim and then lay down next to Lester who was watching the dig below. "It's done."
Noticing Brennan climbing the ladder up to the cliff dwelling, Booth rolled on to his back and covered his eyes with his arm.
Concerned that Booth wasn't saying anything, Lester lowered his binoculars. "I'm sorry you had to take a life, Booth . . . I know you hate that, but still . . . we didn't have a choice. You did what you had to do."
Shaking his head, Booth chuckled. "I didn't kill him."
Puzzled, Lester stared at his friend. "But you said. . . "
Interrupting Lester, the older agent sighed. "Bones killed him."
Stunned at the news, Lester turned and stared at Brennan as she left the ladder and stepped into the hole in the canyon wall. "Oh my God."
Clearing his throat, Booth swallowed at the memory. "She dropped a couple of rocks on Pelant as he climbed the ladder up to the secondary dig. He broke his neck when he fell. His head was smashed in too. That was a pretty heavy rock."
Impressed, Lester whistled. "Damn . . . I hope she's okay."
Worried about his lover, Booth whispered. "God I hope so too."
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Before they left the canyon rim, Booth and Lester policed the area to make sure that they didn't leave anything behind to point that they'd been there. With Lester's help, they placed the dirt bike in the back of the truck and then waited for night fall. Once the sun had set, they drove away.
Driving through Antonito, Colorado, Booth glanced at Lester. "Okay, get out the burner phone and call Max. Tell him we're on the way and that we should be there tonight. I want to get there before the sun rises."
Quickly reaching into the glovebox, Lester withdrew the phone and connected the battery. After he placed his call, he waited. Hearing Max answer, Lester smiled. "Okay, Max, it's done . . . We're on the way. We'll be there before the sun rises."
Relieved that it was over, Max responded, "Got your six."
Ending the call, Lester frowned. "I wonder how they're going to explain his body at the other site."
Curious too, Booth rubbed the side of his head."I have no idea, but they obviously have it all planned out."
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Arriving at Max's camp, Booth pulled up next to Max's truck and waited. Seeing a light come on in the cabin, Booth opened the driver's side door and along with Lester walked over to the cabin.
After opening the cabin door, Max stepped back into the living room, smiled and watched his guests enter. "So it's done?"
Nodding his head, Booth walked over to the couch and sat down. "Yeah . . . it's done."
Sleepy, Max rubbed the grit from the corner of his eyes. "There's a change in our plan . . . Nothing big. Those two guys I had here impersonating you two left about two hours ago. They're heading back to Seattle. We haven't been hunting for Big Horn Sheep and we aren't going to . . . Did you know a license costs almost $2,000 for out of state residents? Each by the way . . . Once I found that out and that licenses are not easy to come by I said screw it. I bought three cameras and my guys and I have been taking pictures of wild life for the last few days. I've got some really nice shots of some Big Horn Sheep and some elk plus some birds."
Yawning, Booth shook his head. "Sounds okay to me. If I went back and told Bones we'd killed something she'd . . . well, I don't think she'd say anything, but still I'd rather just tell her that our hunt was a bust. It'll make her happy."
His right hand hiding a yawn, Max pointed towards a small bedroom. "There are two bedrooms and they're both small. I have the one on the right and you two can share the one on the left."
Sniggering, Lester sat down on the couch. "I'll sleep on the couch thank you. Booth is a blanket hog."
His eyes boring into this young friend, Booth stood up. "Fine by me . . . you snore like a fucking boar in heat."
Appalled at the insult, Lester shook his head. "I do not . . . I don't snore."
Walking towards the bedroom, Booth turned back and smiled. "You snore as loud as an old winded boar having his last round of sex before he dies."
Amused, Max laughed as he entered his own bedroom and closed the door behind him.
Lester crossing his arms across his chest, protested Booth's insult. "I don't snore."
Smirking, Booth responded, "Ask Claire. I think it's a miracle she hasn't killed your ass by now."
Glaring at Booth as he closed the bedroom door, Lester turned the wick down on the oil lamp and leaned forward. Removing his boots, the younger man muttered, "I only snore a little bit. Claire says it's not too loud." Raising his voice, the younger agent called out. "You're full of shit, Booth."
Lying down on the couch, Lester grunted, "I do not snore . . . much."
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Reviews would be great, thanks. We will be back at the dig in the next chapter to see how the next phase in Brennan's plan works out.
